A/N: This is my first Fan-Fiction and review would be absolutely amazing, so I could get some advice on making my writing better! Also, the next chapter will be up soon! :) x

No one wanted to clean. No one wanted to help. No one wanted to do anything but grieve. And maybe a little celebration here and there. The aftermath of the Final Battle was heart-tearing, yet full of happiness that their world was finally rid of the Dark Lord. Hermione had gone back down to the hall, while Harry and Ron walked up to their Common Room, in need of a good sleep. When they got to the Fat Lady's portrait though, they saw she wasn't there.

"Bloody hell." Ron exclaimed, looking around at all the rest of the portraits.

Harry noticed that it was all too quiet. No one vacated the portraits, no one wandered the halls, not even a ghost was in sight.

"I think we should go back down to the hall." Harry suggested.

"Then what are we waiting for?" said Ron, starting to walk down again.

They reached the hall and realized why it was so quiet. Everyone was gathered in the hall, receiving a speech from Kingsley. Harry and Ron quickly found seats and listened.

"We went through a lot. I am very proud of those who fought for us, of those who lived, and of those who died. My heart goes out to all the families who have lost loved ones." He glanced over to the Weasley's.

"But now, we must do what we can for Hogwarts once more. Help us to fix her up, help us to make her new again, because Hogwarts is what we stood for. Hogwarts is what some of us died for. Hogwarts is our home."

Everyone stood up and cheered at this, clapping their hands and shouting in agreement. After a few minutes, Kingsley nodded for everyone to sit once more.

"Let's get to work!" he called.

Everyone sorted off into groups, Harry, Ron and Hermione joining the rest of the Weasley's. Ginny ran and gave Harry a big hug, the rest of the Weasley's joining in. Everyone set to work after that, magically repairing the school in any way they could.

Harry was trying to repair the gargoyles in the third floor when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned and saw Ginny approaching him. He realised they were alone.

"Hi." he said awkwardly, looking down at his feet.

"Oh, Harry!" she uttered, embracing him in yet another hug; this time, it was much more affectionate.

He hugged her back and looked up as she stepped back, holding only his hands.

"I'm so proud of you." she whispered, leaning in to lay a kiss on his lips.

Ginny let go of his hands and wrapped them around his neck. Harry replied with an equal amount of passion, pulling her closer. Everything that they had been through, all those sleepless nights, all of those heart-wrenching moments were forgotten in the kiss.

Ginny heard footsteps and groaned, knowing who it would be; here to interrupt them, yet again. She pulled away, turning her head to glare at none other than her untimely brother; Ron.

"What?" he asked.

Ginny just glared and stormed off, fixing something here and there as she went. Harry turned on Ron.

"Do you do that all the time?" Harry said, jokingly, but a little annoyed.

"Do what?"

"Ruin… Never mind."

Ron looked at Harry, confused.

"Ok, whatever. What were you two doing anyway?" Ron asked, a little too obviously.

Harry just gave him a look and went back to work. While they worked, Ron gave a acknowledging 'Oh!' and nudged Harry in the ribs.

"What?" Harry exclaimed, rubbing his side.

Ron gave Harry an understanding smile and said, "Look mate, you and Ginny don't have to hide anymore, I give you my blessing."

Harry snorted in laughter, once again going back to his work.

Everyone gathered in the Great Hall later that day, ready for a good sleep; everyone had been so busy. Hogwarts looked just as it did before the war, back when Harry had first set foot in the castle.

"I'm proud." started Kingsley, stepping up to the front of the hall. "Proud to call each and every one of you wizards. We have successfully resurrected Hogwarts, to the home we all know it as. Now go home, grieve, sleep, for you can now live your lives."

As Kingsley dismissed everyone, Mrs Weasley stood, motioning for her children to join her and Mr Weasley. Hermione and Harry waited back, awkwardly wondering what they were supposed to do, until Mr Weasley looked around and sighed at their questioning expressions

"Merlins beard! Get over here, of course you're our family!" he exclaimed, waving his arm sadly.

Harry and Hermione rushed over into Mr Weasley's welcoming arms, quickly enough to watch Mrs Weasley's hat glow bright. They reached for it quickly, and were suddenly overwhelmed by the familiar feeling of being transported by port key, their bodies bashing against each other.

Home, here I come, Harry thought.

A/N: So, I hope you liked! Again, reviews would be so great! :) x